Angels

[Produced by ROME]

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

So many possible things I can say and get away with

The same shit's recorded, exported, by all you lame kids

ASF up, oh, ASF up, oh

I can say that over and over and it would bump bro

Never be bunk tho

Dropped out but don't plan on ever going broke so

Here's to the music and the kids that will use it

Recordin', reportin' live from the city of Houston

Where the OG's screw it

Dodi Mob is a movement

Got a fuckin' army unit

Got some goons who got some oozies who ain't afraid to use them

So, if you mess around, fuck around, get knocked down

Get locked out, like lock out

You hot now?

Sit down

Ain't bout that

Ain't really ever ever tryna hear that

Kinda weird at rap

Call it weirdo rap, abstract, abnormal, and all that, but

Made a classic, too

I'm passing through, with an ease

Classes I ain't pass yet, my momma oh so mad at me

Rather be with Raleigh, rolling up the finest tree

Strokin' on some fucking keys

Oh wait, oh wait, no homo please

This that shit you prolly do not wanna hear, but need to hear

No diamonds in my hear, keep yo' vision clear

Tunnel though, twenty-twenty

16 writing 16s that are better than niggas who 20

Name a nigga fuckin' with me

And my melodies hot

You see the love that he got

You hear the tracks that he drop

I talk in 3 p a lot

I jam to 3 Peat a lot

None of this shit makes sense but you nod ya' head like, 'got damn he hot'

Why the fuck would he stop?

Gotta be a fool, to drop up outta school

Ain't even gotta job, don't even deliver food, but

Now a days everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothin' comes out when they move they lips it's just a bunch of gibberish

And they move they mouth like they forgot about

A-B-S-T-R-A-C-T

[Verse 2: Dom Mclennon]

1 time for your mind

2 times for your spirit

3 times for the dreamers

Who only have goals with the chance to scare em

Hoping that isn't only I

But I feel its how I get by

If I don't aim high

Then I can't touch skies

So I'm keeping the clouds level with my brow

Big city mindstate coming from a small town

Never had a bark so I muzzle others down

Foot on the throttle never gonna stop now

I'm the juggernaut bitch running straight for the crown

Come stop me

I'm a boutique; other niggas? Swap meets

Naturally I'm unique, they copy

We accurate, competitors? Sloppy

Music is what we embody

And RIP to S Dot

A lot of people miss you

But this place of ours will succeed

I gurantee it's no issue

Cock a pen back like a pistol

Let it off upon the page

Our future looks so crystal

They can't ever stop this wave

[Bridge: Kevin Abstract]

Look to the sky for advice, young boy